"I could come by just looking at you," Paul said as he helped her from the couch. "And if you like, I'll prove it… but it's much nicer this way."
Penny found herself kneeling before him, staring into the eye of his ballooning cock. A teardrop of cream was already oozing from the eye and the mushroom-shaped head was throbbing. She gently wrapped her fingers around the stiff pole and brought her lips closer to the tip of it.
Paul watched eagerly as her pouty-red lips separated and his pulsing cock came closer to her face. He could feel the warmth of her breath on the tip and her gentle grip on the shaft was delightful. The sight of her lips spreading from a bare slit to the shape of an "O," as they slid slowly over his hot meat, gave him the necessary spark to explode his come. He had planned on making this a quick one. Just long enough to give her a sample of what the future held. Just enough to tantalize her.
As Penny drew the throbbing cock into her mouth, she realized that Paul had her completely under his thumb. What happened to the victory? The trapped weapon? She hadn't even had time to tease him with her licking tongue. The head of his cock was already in her mouth, sliding back to her throat. Without warning, the volcano erupted, hot lava gushing into her mouth and throat, causing her to choke and lose most of the come out of the corners of her mouth. But everything happened so fast that she didn't have time to think straight, she told herself as Paul withdrew. It made her feel like an inexperienced little school girl.
"I knew I couldn't wait a moment longer," Paul whispered in her ear as he helped her to her feet "Your body just drove me wild."
She accepted that and made up her mind to show him how good she was the next time… The next time, she thought as she slipped into her clothes. What am I saying? I don't even care for him! I've already decided I don't want to see him after this weekend. He's too short, too old and just not my type…
But as they joined the other guests in the living room, Penny still hadn't straightened out the conflict that was going on inside her head. She was intrigued by Paul Lagarde and fascinated by what was going on all around her in this house of his. The atmosphere whetted her curiosity and drove out the preconditioned thought that all social gatherings were a bore.
"I hate to have to do this," Paul was saying, "but I have to leave you for a few minutes to arrange for a little ceremony one of the guests wants to present."
"What kind of ceremony?" Penny asked with a frown.
"Remember Jenkins-the bank president?" he asked, and Penny nodded that she did. "Well he caught one of his employees stealing… to pay gambling debts, I believe. Anyway, the amount was only a thousand or so dollars and Jenkins offered him a choice: Be turned over to the police or submit to Jenkins' justice. If he chose the latter, Jenkins would personally replace the money and he wouldn't lose his job."
"And what kind of punishment does Jenkins have in mind?" Penny asked with a tinge of sarcasm.
"I'm not sure… but you can count on it being of a sexual nature. He wouldn't bring him here if it wasn't"
"Does the employee know what the punishment is going to be?" Penny asked. She didn't care for the whole idea and thought perhaps the man was being used-or better yet-blackmailed into some fiendish act for Mr. Jenkins' amusement.
"All he knows is there won't be any disfigurement or unbearable pain," Paul explained quickly, as some of the guests became impatient to enter the game room. "Fear of the unknown is probably the worst part of the punishment."
With that Paul left her and walked briskly across the living room, reassured the guests waiting at the closed door to the game room that it would only take a few minutes, opened the door and slipped into the room.
"Your face is new around here," a voice behind Penny said, taking her attention off the sealed room she was staring at.
She turned and gave a pleasant smile to an elderly gentleman sitting in a big, overstuffed chair. "Yes I am. My name is Penny."
"My name is Miller," he responded gruffly.
"Of course. Congressman Miller… " she said and sat beside him on a hassock.
"Not my cup of tea," he said with a nod in the direction of the game-room. "Too old for that sort of thing anyway. But at seventy-eight, I guess I'm too old for almost everything."
"I'm not sure I care for the idea myself," Penny admitted, glancing at the young boy standing alongside the congressman's chair. He was about the same age as the twins, she noted. Handsome too. Almost too pretty a face to be a boy, she thought. His elbow was resting on the arm of the chair, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand and he was smiling pleasantly at her.
"His name is Jerry," Miller said, obviously aware of Penny's attention. "At my age, sex is a thing of the past. But I get enjoyment out of feeling his soft little ass… relaxes my nerves."
Penny shot a glance at the congressman's arm. It was draped casually over the arm of the chair, behind the boy. She could tell by the way Jerry's toga hung that the congressman's hand was under it.
"Oh!" she said with surprise.
"Nothing really to it," the congressman felt obligated to explain. "And it feels good, doesn't it, son?" he asked the boy, who grinned and nodded that he liked it. "Wouldn't satisfy a young man but I get a sense of enjoyment out of it"
Penny just sat there wide-eyed. She saw the old man's hand move around to the front of the boy and watched as he toyed with the small limp penis.
He milked it several times, then felt the small sacks hanging between the boy's legs.
"Come up on my lap," the old man ordered softly. The boy obeyed, and climbed, face down, over the congressman's legs. "Never seem to get tired of feeling the smooth, velvet skin of a little round ass," the congressman said, drifting into a trancelike daze.
Penny watched him stroke the round balls of flesh, slide his finger down the crack, and probe for the opening. She was a little shocked that he was so out in the open about it. And amazed at how the youngster actually seemed to be enjoying it. Then the tip of the congressman's finger found the small orifice and he corkscrewed the entire length of his finger into the tunnel. They both seemed to be delighted with the act, but Penny was relieved to see Paul coming across the room to get her. She quickly got up, took his arm, and walked him away from the scene.
"Who's little boy is that?" she gulped.
"Jerry belongs to one of the gardeners," Paul answered casually.
"Do his parents know what he's doing?"
"As a matter of fact, that's his mother tending bar."
Penny quickly appraised the attractive brunette who was in the process of filling martini glasses. Twenty-sixish. Just the slightest bit overweight, but well proportioned and smiling pleasantly as she went about her chores.
I just don't believe it, Penny thought, walking now toward the game-room.
The room was paneled in dark walnut and the lights were dimmed down to a point that Penny could barely make out the objects on the walls-a rack of cue sticks caught her eye, and a dart board. She couldn't see what was in the glass enclosed cases that were stationed at intervals along the wall, but she did notice shining objects that must have been trophies. She scanned the people standing along the walls, sipping drinks, chatting and continuing to enjoy the party. How coldhearted, she thought.
In the center of the rectangular room was a billiard table. It was the only object in the room that was brightly illuminated by three hanging lamps, that had shades which directed the light straight down. The green felt seemed vivid under the lights and she noticed it was void of all the cue balls.
As soon as the door was closed, a hush fell over the guests and all but the lights over the pool table were turned off. Now it was impossible to recognize anyone along the walls; only the bottoms of their legs and feet caught any rays from the hanging lamps. A door opened and she saw the silhouettes of three men enter before the door closed again.